Calvin

I just saw Calvin, naked, dash from the bathroom to his bedroom to fetch toys. He was all Calvin! We may have created a monster.

Lame, I know...

In awkward gestures and broken words he asks to carry the little bag out> His poppa hands it to him and he toddles out barely lifting it. Oh how I miss those days (for just a moment)

Where are the curly locks? Where are the fat hands? The sausage wrists and legs? I know lots of you still have them, ok not you but you have little ones with them, but today I had one of those moments where I saw the past six years were gone. I've always liked the age I am; it always offers new experiences. I always have liked the age the little man is at, it offers new experiences. But today, just for a moment, I wanted his curly locks, his stumbling words, his sign language, his sleepy head. WellI did get his sleepy head this morning. Tomorrow, I'll have to breath that moment in a little deeper; in another 6 years I'm sure I'll be REALLY missing that.

Easter Gig!

All the data is in, when will the conclusions be drawn?

Leaving Cub after an impromptu visit with the "Easter Bunny" I ask, "That was pretty cool. How did you like seeing the Easter Bunny?"

"It wasn't the Easter Bunny."

"What do you mean, it wasn't the Easter Bunny?"

"It was just a person in a costume."

"How do you know."

"I could see the eyes."
Rubin the Blue Bin may have ruined the whole costume thing for him.

Monday he goes to the store and reveals upon his return, "They have this [chocolate] bunny at the store."

"No way!" I exclaim. What else could I say.

So when will he put it all together? I think this Christmas may be a little different.